You walk into the church quickly, excited to see your fiancé and confused about where he’s been and what he’s been doing the past couple of days. When you see the back of his head you get even more excited, “Nick?” You say with a lightness in your tone that disappeared when he reaches his arm out and you see that there’s blood all over it. You panic and run over to him and kneel down next to the bench where he was sitting. He was crying quietly and holding his hand to his side when he lifted it, it revealed a bullet wound on his side. You gasp and panic even more. “Stay here! I’m going to go get help” you say as you stand up quickly but he grabs your arm “no, stay, with me, please.” He begs in a desperate tone, his voice breaking, as he looks up at you with pleading eyes.